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Daniel is son of hotelier Rodney Weir. He is heir to the WEIR HOTEL chain with sights set upon running the City Main Weir after his father retires. Running a hotel in the Shady City isn’t without its challenges. It requires complete discretion, the ability to overlook shady doings and a firm hand when guests get out of control. This lack of moral thinking never really sat well with Daniel and through it he and his father clashed. Rodney had at least hoped the support of KAPPA SO brothers would help Daniel survive in the Shady City but pledging required a spirit that Daniel just didn’t possess. A night at the CHAPTER HOUSE left Daniel in hospital. After this event Daniel swore he no longer wanted anything to do with his name sake hotel or the father who was pushing him to be someone he just wasn’t.

Coldford City’s premier hotel. Shady Suites for Shady people.

Kind spirited, trusting and loving, Daniel sought the quiet life of a photographer instead. When he met a music student, VINCENT BAINES, he finally started to drift into the life he had always wanted. A loving partner, a nice home and a promising career it seemed Daniel had it all. But that danger his father had always tried to prepare him for ran deep under the grounds of Coldford. Even the beautiful suburbs of FILTON was not far enough away to escape it. His partner had issues, his home could not lock out psychopaths and his career would be cut short. If he had listened to his father, taken his place at the Weir and allowed himself to embrace the bad blood that ran through his veins, that same blood that allowed the Weir to survive, things might have been different.

Trusting Daniel was helping Vincent tackle his issues.

Daniel learned the hard way that trust and kindness only get you so far when the policy of your family hotel is that once the reservations are made you pay no mind to what goes on behind the closed doors. His partner, Vincent, didn’t want that life for him either. He knew what good a person Daniel was and he shuddered to think of what the hotel life would do to him but no matter how far you run you can’t escape your true calling. Isn’t that right, Vincent?

When he stepped through the gates of Beckingridge Manor, that’s when it all went wrong.

Daniel can’t help but notice his partner, Vincent, is acting strangely. The muddy footprints, the unexplained absences. He’s letting his obessions get the better of him again and someone is going to get hurt.

Coming Soon.

Vincent Baines has made many mistakes in his life. What happened to Daniel was the biggest. He just can’t help his obsessions hurting the ones he loves.

Located in the heart of City Main, across the street from BECKINGRIDGE TOWER the Weir chain of hotels is the first point of contact for those looking for an escape.

Owned by hotelier Rodney Weir the hotel is a luxury stay on the surface but an old rot runs deep within the building. It makes headlines often with the goings on of its guests but most recently it hit the tabloids because because of an explosion on the fifth floor where a conference was being held in on of the meeting rooms for OWEN INC.

The hotel has seen many unusual guests over the years but when you check in – as long as the bill is in order – there will be no questions. It isn’t uncommon for guests to check in under an assumed name. Honey moon suites available – no marriage certificate required.

Weir Hotel: Shady City Suites

Adult films, unusual delicacies, even special in room entertainment can be made available as part of the unique room service experience. Don’t worry about money exchanging hands. It can all be easily charged to the room. We

So if you want to escape the city check in, insert your key card and prepare for a night you will want to relive over and over again. We even have special rates for return guests. Don’t fancy a city break? You’re welcome to the Verde Beach Weir in LUEN. Headed by brother, Eddy Weir. A bit of a glamour and sophistication to add to your trip.

The Kingsgate Albion football team are sponsored by the Weir Hotel.

No matter which one you choose you can be rest assured the Weir Hotel is the place to be whether you are looking for wild, quiet or a discrete time. It all goes at the Weir because at Coldford’s premier hotel the guest is top priority.

Rodney Weir has dodged a lot of bullets over the years regarding his hotel. He owes thanks to his brothers at KAPPA SO who promise life long protection if you make the pledge. He wanted his son, Daniel, to have that same protection but does the mild mannered photography student have what it takes?

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The rattle of a phone on the bedside table brought BUDDY OWEN‘s headache back with thundering fury.

A bottle of MACK AND SONS lay beside the bed. Buddy reached over and finished the dregs at the bottom. He caught the phone just before it fell to the floor.

“Yeah, what?” he answered.

“Please hold for Mr Owen,” Buddy’s father’s secretary said calmly. Buddy liked her voice. It’s sultry sound made him want to ask what she was wearing. The delicious description would be satisfying. She probably looked like a syphilitic weasel in real life, he wouldn’t know, he had never actually met her. Charles ‘Chick’ Owen, better known as The Captain or Cappy to his friends had a circulation of secretaries he used. He didn’t trust anyone without his family name to be close to his business for too long.

“Yeah, whatever,” Buddy replied as he laid back and rubbed his head with his free hand. The secretary’s voice disappeared. Probably just as well. Buddy didn’t have the energy for a reach beneath the sheets anyway.

“You had better be sitting up and listening to what I have to say to you,” Chick’s harsher voice came through.

Buddy raised an eyebrow. “Good morning, dad. And how are you?” asked the Cappy’s only son.

“Don’t fucking ‘good morning’ me,” Chick spat down the phone. “Do you have any idea what I have been dealing with this morning because of you?”

Buddy wanted to say, ‘same bullshit; different day?’ but thought better of it. “How am I supposed to know? I’m just back from my morning swim,” he lied.

“Weirs,” Chick explained.

Buddy rolled over onto his side and started fumbling along the floor in search of another bottle. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“He had his boy at General this morning. Stitches. He claims he was raped at the CHAPTER HOUSE and Rodney is furious. Now he’s being a pain in the ass.”

Buddy couldn’t hide his frustration. “Why should ah care?”

Chick’s voice went white hot. “Because it is your Chapter House, boy. I gave it to you in good faith. We’re looking to take over more of the Weir chain and if Rodney backs out because of what happened to his faggy son I’m holding you responsible.”

Buddy’s lip curled. “I have better things to think about than some Sissy who can’t handle a bit of heat.”

Chick was unmoved. “I’m warning you, Bud. If I have another morning like the one I’m having I’m shipping you back to your God Damned Mother! Do you hear me?”

“Yessir,” Buddy relented.

“Sort your shit out,” Chick barked before hanging up.

Buddy slid to a seating position at the edge of the bed. His father’s call left him annoyed and now his headache was turning into a migraine.

“Stupid fucking faggot,” he growled. “Couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and retrieved a large clear bag of cocaine and a razor blade. He poured himself a generous helping and used the blade to split the powder into lines. As he leaned over to snort the first up his left nostril he felt a hand draw softly across his bare back.

“Good morning, Buddy,” greeted a soft, feminine voice. “Problems?”

“None ah ya business,” he growled.

The powder was taking effect quickly. It was easing his headache a little and giving him energy. His bed mate drew herself up and closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder.

Buddy was buzzing now. He felt invincible. “Already did that. That was second rate too,” he gave a hearty laugh.

“You’re a piece of shit,” she snarled at him.

“Get the fuck out, you skanky whore,” he replied.

The girl climbed out of the bed and retrieved her clothes from the floor in a fluster. She snarled at him again.

“Creep,” she said as she departed.

Carly – now he remembered. She was part of the university cheer leading team, or was it gymnastics? Either way she didn’t look half as bad last night when he met her as she did then. Normally he enjoyed having a coke whore to play with but that morning he had bigger fish to fry.

He contemplated one more line but he decided to leave it as his reward for later. He lifted his phone again and dialled the main office of the WEIR HOTEL.

“I need to speak to Mr Weir,” he told the office of the hotel minion that answered.

‘That twisted little shit!’ Rodney growled to himself as he rang off from Buddy.

He had urged his son Daniel to pledge KAPPA SO but he had never expected what happened to him. He was still tired from having to listen to his wife, Wendy, balling all night about how hurt her precious boy was. The stupid woman didn’t realise that coddling the boy too much was the reason he was unable to stand up for himself.

“I am shocked and appalled that such behaviour would happen in my Chapter House,” Buddy had tried at first in a sweetened tone but Rodney was no fool. He too had been Kappa So in his younger days and was locked in business with the Owen family.

When Rodney threatened Buddy with consequences the chapter leader laughed and his sweetened tones soured.

“You listen to me you son ‘a’ bitch,” he said to the hotel owner. “He fucking loved it and I have videos to prove it. We could make your son a star.”

“You wouldn’t dare …” Rodney barked back.

“Try me old man. I got nothin’ on ma schedule and a long day ahead. You keep your mouth shut and we say nothin’ more of it.”

Rodney pulled out his desk drawer and picked one of his cigars. He clenched it between his teeth and bit down hard.

Wendy wanted those responsible for hurting Daniel to be punished but what damage had been done really? He was a little shook up and he needed some stitches but maybe the incident would finally make him see what his father was trying to show him about the world.

He had been at the hospital earlier that morning but Daniel had nothing to say to him. Having to discuss what happened in detail with doctors and nurses had left him shell shocked. Wendy wanted the police involved but most of COLDFORD POLICE DEPARTMENT was on the Owen pay role anyway. Rodney told his wife that he would deal with it.

The Cappy had offered to speak to his son but clearly that had no real affect. Buddy has his own way of doing things, probably learned from the Owen boardroom.